Back a few years ago, I was restoring my dad’s 1970 Impala and had taken it to a friend’s house to have the motor rebuilt.
The paint was rusty and the interior was musty, but I had splurged for $1,819 worth of new tires and wheels just to spruce up the old girl.
While my car was there, though, in the dark of night, out in the country of North Georgia, somebody jacked up the car and stole my tires and wheels, leaving the first car I ever drove by myself (at age 16) sitting on top of concrete blocks.
I thought that was a depressing sight.
But then I saw this posting on Corvette7 and changed my mind.
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